26 december

apart from departing there's a reason this season brings going beyond showing motion - there are oceans of quiet and riots of noise, but outside the snow and the showing of toys is a wonder of whatelse and whynot calling here we are, but out there, the space is vast and waiting, unadvertised - no bows, no paper, no crinkling announcing itself months in advance - the chance to step into fresh space with the bracing chill of no expectation - I am not looking for answers or for questions - no lessons with their tails strung to the doorknob waiting for a susudden tug and bang - solved at once. This is the steps to take - the baked bread broken - freezing out hot air on frosted destination glass to see arrival - uncover survival from a new angle - untangle peace in pieces - catch and release lungs and tongue to string along, to bring along the breath to power what's next in those darker months when the mail doesn't come - still the colors gathered in the chips collected our shells on the beach - no waves can wash away, a forward step -